Mind Frame

So much has happened in this year alone. Its given me so much of food for thought and a drastic change in desires & responsibilities. I thirst for different things. Time has become priority. Profession needs to take a back seat for a while I guess. Health is under a special focus - for those I love & dear to me. Some new friends and stronger bonds forged. A new city - not like the old love it was. Strands of grey - I love them. Fewer blog posts, more drafts. More pictures and lesser  comments. More awareness than top of mind recall. Have grown a thicker skin and a lighter vein (non sarcastic). I traveled little & day dreamed a lot more. Hope 2015 has more positives Until then. Adios

Peace is hot chocolate in a warm blanket and your favorite song making love to the dim lights around you. Winters in Pune. Nostalgic and more.

तुम से मिले है साल कुछ गुज़रे, कुछ तीन - चार से षण भर, बंजर ज़मीन को छू लिया हो, बारिश ने जैसे षण भर.   

Broken foot Ear Surgery Wrist Surgery ICU admission Dengue - The year till now (cant wait for Dec)

One really under the estimates 'peace of mind' as a blessing.

वह कहते हैं की मैं कुछ केहता नहीं, जब सोचने से फुर्सत नहीं, और मेरा लिखा कोई पढता नही.

I finished two years recently at a my job. Its a Company I joined two years ago (obviously) out of sheer frustration and a glass ceiling at the previous one. Needless to say fate and good fortune came around I landed a job at WPP's biggest media arm - GroupM. Its been a fun ride. It has had its share of ups and downs. Its positives and its negatives. I have managed to carve a niche for what I like to do. Managed to traverse two cities, seen and worked with prestigious brands and will complete 5 years of my work in advertising here hopefully.  There are people I am immensely thankful and indebted to for all the help and support at the present stint. 

There are so many ways of dealing nicely with people. Not with nice people - dealing nicely - with everyone.  The page Humans of New York sure needs no introduction about it but the ways and methods those stories come up sure does. I am sure you will love what he says and use his approach in day to day life. We say so much about ourselves without saying so. Just how we move, walk, approach and go about our daily ways. Humility is character not behavior. So true. Discover more on that in this video here http://youtu.be/KPxzlGPrM3A 

Where do you go to get away?

Sometimes you are in a place when you feel like you are at the deepest part of the abyss at the bottom of the ocean floor. But then the light shining above through the water brightens and diminishes with each passing wave. Its lilting and lifting, like bouts of encouragements trying to sway you to the surface. The depth is not what is the challenge, making that first lunge towards the surface is what is. But it will happen. Step by step. 

I scribbled and she was always eager to fill colour into my words.

Its been a while. Also two years that I left Mumbai memories behind to discover the other side of New Delhi. To say I did not miss Mumbai will be as much as a lie as to say I do not love New Delhi more now. I have the same list of things I would want to do here that I did almost two years earlier. I thought Mumbai was the obvious next step. Life had other plans. Bombay from the office. Lets see what Bombay throws at me this time.

Find an angle. Create a story. Make it trustworthy. Build a connect. Everything has a starting point, everything has a place it began from. Everyone has a story.

I can't do well when I think you're gonna leave But I know I try Are you gonna leave me now? Can't you be believing now? Seems like Delhi is singing this and irony being that it did when I came to it too. (Walking on a Dream - We Are The People Pryda)

Is it really true to that you have to go further to get closer to someone you love?

जब शोर में बातोँ कि आदत हो, तो ख़ामोशी को ज़ुबाँ क्यों दे।  

Faithful liars, Pretty smiles, Mascara eyes, Hypnotic sighs.

सुई कि कड-कड आहट ने सपने बुने, उधेड़ बुन में कुछ बिखरे तोह तो कुछ आबाद हुए, सुबह कि गर्मी में कुछ सिलवटें सुलझी, तब जाके तस्वीर साफ़ हुई.    

So a friends tweet got me thinking about my favorite tracks that I like to listen to long past midnight.  While there are several that just one thinking and pondering and philosophical, I can help to list down these as some that easily make the cut. Also adding to their effect is cricket drunk night duty stress. Shafqat Amanat Ali ( Fuzon ) - Khamaj ( Mora Saiyaan ) Aahista Aahista - Swades Tango with Lions - In a Bar Daughter - Candles Pankhon Ko - Rocket Singh - Salesman Of The Year Phir Le Aaya Dil - Barfi Russian Red - Loving Strangers Yasmine Hamdan - "Beyrouth" Kaminey meri aarzoo Dil Gira Dafatan - Delhi-6 What is your night time play list like?

Hope is, a sight that flutters through blinds guarding a truth that you are not prepared for.

You know that feeling, when the fog recedes and you can see ahead for miles. I think I am closer to getting that kind of a view.

A notion apart but thoughts within purged to form a promise. Unrelenting but earnest, the birds flew from their nest.

Working in the business of ideas, one often wonders what it will take for the ideas to materialise. But, when you believe in something that you whole hardheartedly there are three things you nee to do daily for that idea. Protect it. Nurture it. Guard it. The very essence of belief in the idea is what matters. If that triumphs, the idea does too.

Does the universe really have a soul? When an unwed mother of a four year old, Sleeps un-sheltered in the February cold, While men stare, some young some old, And winter chills her frail young bones. Stares feel like jagged stones. Does the universe really have a soul?

I wish people have a view these days. All they have are counter views. Counter views they found on the foundations of designations that rebuke facts and that appeal to a strategy they defined ignorant of variables or laws/practices that govern certain. How can you live? 

किस्मतों कि बारिशें, धुली धुली सी आहटें, गरजती हैं जब धड़कने, दरवाज़ों कि तकरार सी, छीटें गिरी दीवार पे, ख्वाब जो बादल हुए,  उमढ के सांस निकल पड़ी,     दीवार में दिख पड़ी, एक अजनबी दरार सी  ( प्रयास कि आंधी में, हौसले कि बारिश ज़रूर आती है )   

As a child and even in days older, my mornings would be shrouded in the slight mumble of my grandmother reading verses from her prayer book and the fragrance of incense that covered the room like a shroud. I don't remember clearly if I looked at her through the covers of my bed or was the room really distilled by the fragrant light or was it the quick strokes of sunlight that the drapes allowed to sneak in; like juveniles bribing the doorkeeper at a film screening that made the room appear that way. Then, of course, the sight of burning incense sticks and her voice colliding with each other to become one. The melody of her voice and the wafting of fine grey smoke, she paused to catch her breath. The fragrance emerging just like her voice would. Step for step. Like a dancer. Sometimes out of sync, like curtains against the wind.   (Caught this in the holidays this December while she talked to my sister, similar settings) Slumber would come easy. My eyes would fi...

मासूम  सा  मन यह तेरा , काला कभी लचीला, दिल के रंग यह बदले, कभी चीरे इरादे, तोह कभी चीरे यह सीना।   

Sometimes the incessant strumming of a chord on a guitar has a music of its own. Like being stuck in a constant argument and relishing it. Like driving a car in a gear that ain't at either end of the limit. You are on cruise control and not in a rush. At peace. In calm. Sometimes like being surrounded by a school of fish. Swirling the water around you. Or like at the edge of a river that is in a hurry. Sometimes like starring at the fast changing flight schedule board at an airport, while you ain't even taking the plane. Or the wipers of a car wiping away turbulent rain on the windshield of a car stationery. In a un-hurry to get somewhere you often pick up thoughts stranded on the middle of your minds highway.